Turbulent Desires (Billionaire Aviators 2)

And then Maverick was buried deep inside her and her body responded quickly as she grabbed him. They’d made love so many times the night before. She could feel aches in muscles she hadn’t ever used.

No, she wasn’t exactly a virgin, but she’d also never had a night like the one she’d just experienced with Maverick. That hadn’t been sex. That had been a marathon, and she’d come so many times she’d lost count.

It didn’t take long for them both to cry out in pleasure again.

“Good morning, sugar.”

“Morning,” she mumbled, feeling a bit shy as he held her tight. He’d stayed the entire night with her. She didn’t know what to think about that. They weren’t a couple. They hadn’t agreed to be anything, really.

“Are you having regrets?” he asked.

“No!” she nearly shouted, then lowered her voice. “No. Not at all. That was . . . I can’t even describe what that was,” she told him with a laugh.

“That was heaven,” he said. Their bodies were pressed against each other, their hands still caressing skin, neither wanting to break the connection. “It was certainly something that doesn’t happen very often, that’s for sure.”

“Really? You aren’t just saying that?” she asked, hating the insecurity she was feeling.

His eyes were bright as he forced her to look at him. “I promise you, I’ve never had an experience like last night—not ever. It was even better than the first time we were together because now we know each other. It’s not just a one-night stand.”

She was suddenly soaring. It had been as great for him as it had been for her. And then, even though she was completely satisfied, she found herself pressing up close to him, wanting to feel him inside her again even though she ached and would most likely have a hard time walking.

His thickness began growing against her leg.

“You are the devil, woman,” he said with a laugh before he kissed her long and hard. “And I’m insisting on feeding you before I take you again.”

She would have felt rejected if it weren’t for the evidence that he was indeed in pain as he crawled out of the bed. His incredibly thick, hard manhood was standing at attention, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips as she gazed at it.

“If you do that again, I’m going to forget about being honorable,” he warned.

Her eyes snapped up to his, and then she couldn’t keep the goofy grin off her face. This man—this incredible, sexy, funny, sweet man desired her. She didn’t feel quite so broken anymore.

He’d even looked at her scars, and he still wasn’t turned off. She wanted to test her power. She let the sheet drop down, showing her breasts, her nipples already hard and aching.

His eyes dilated as he gazed down at them. Then, with a growl, he dove back onto the bed, his body atop the blanket as he latched his lips onto her nipple and sucked hard. She was instantly soaked, wanting him.

He pulled the cover aside and slipped a finger into her, feeling that she was wet and ready for him. Always. She had a feeling that any time she was around this man she would be wet and ready.

And though she did hurt, when he slid back inside her again, she sighed with pleasure. The pain was worth it because unfathomable pleasure was her reward.

This time when they finished, he jumped from the bed, pulling her with him. He took her to the bathroom, where they shared a long, hot shower. The feel of his soapy hands lathering her entire body had her ready to make love again, and he didn’t disappoint her. With her hands braced against the cool tiles, he easily slid in and out of her soaked folds until she was falling down the wall.

When they dressed and moved out to the kitchen, she was walking a bit stiffly. Wow, a sex marathon was such a better workout than doing cardio in a gym. Lifting weights had never reached the muscles that were sore right now.

“Sit at the island. I’m going to show off my amazing cooking abilities,” he told her.

She gladly did what he asked, though sitting wasn’t comfortable at all, especially on a hard stool. She went and got a pillow and sat on that. He laughed knowingly.

They were halfway finished making breakfast when there was scratching at her front door. Maverick went over and opened it. Benji and Princess ran in, giving them both an evil eye.

“Oh, Princess, I’m so sorry,” she cried, shifting her pillow to the floor so she could sit down and give her baby love. She’d been so enthralled with Maverick the night before, she’d forgotten about her dog. What kind of horrible person was she?

“They were both with Coop and Stormy,” Maverick said as if he could hear her thoughts once again.

Lindsey’s cheeks instantly heated. “Oh. That means they’re both going to know you stayed over,” she said, her eyes widening.

“Yeah, I would say that cat’s out of the bag,” came Stormy’s voice from the doorway where she was standing with a big grin on her face and Aaron in her arms.

“Oh, um . . . well, you see . . .” Lindsey trailed off, at a complete loss as to what to say to her friend. She’d never even thought about the fact that Stormy would realize Lindsey had kept a man overnight—her brother-in-law, to be exact.

“Let me guess, you were watching a PG movie and were just so exhausted you both fell asleep on the couch, right?” Stormy said with a laugh.

“Yeah, something like that,” Maverick said with a wink that had Lindsey’s cheeks going even hotter. hen Maverick was buried deep inside her and her body responded quickly as she grabbed him. They’d made love so many times the night before. She could feel aches in muscles she hadn’t ever used.

No, she wasn’t exactly a virgin, but she’d also never had a night like the one she’d just experienced with Maverick. That hadn’t been sex. That had been a marathon, and she’d come so many times she’d lost count.

It didn’t take long for them both to cry out in pleasure again.

“Good morning, sugar.”

“Morning,” she mumbled, feeling a bit shy as he held her tight. He’d stayed the entire night with her. She didn’t know what to think about that. They weren’t a couple. They hadn’t agreed to be anything, really.

“Are you having regrets?” he asked.

“No!” she nearly shouted, then lowered her voice. “No. Not at all. That was . . . I can’t even describe what that was,” she told him with a laugh.

“That was heaven,” he said. Their bodies were pressed against each other, their hands still caressing skin, neither wanting to break the connection. “It was certainly something that doesn’t happen very often, that’s for sure.”

“Really? You aren’t just saying that?” she asked, hating the insecurity she was feeling.

His eyes were bright as he forced her to look at him. “I promise you, I’ve never had an experience like last night—not ever. It was even better than the first time we were together because now we know each other. It’s not just a one-night stand.”

She was suddenly soaring. It had been as great for him as it had been for her. And then, even though she was completely satisfied, she found herself pressing up close to him, wanting to feel him inside her again even though she ached and would most likely have a hard time walking.

His thickness began growing against her leg.

“You are the devil, woman,” he said with a laugh before he kissed her long and hard. “And I’m insisting on feeding you before I take you again.”

She would have felt rejected if it weren’t for the evidence that he was indeed in pain as he crawled out of the bed. His incredibly thick, hard manhood was standing at attention, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips as she gazed at it.

“If you do that again, I’m going to forget about being honorable,” he warned.

Her eyes snapped up to his, and then she couldn’t keep the goofy grin off her face. This man—this incredible, sexy, funny, sweet man desired her. She didn’t feel quite so broken anymore.

He’d even looked at her scars, and he still wasn’t turned off. She wanted to test her power. She let the sheet drop down, showing her breasts, her nipples already hard and aching.

His eyes dilated as he gazed down at them. Then, with a growl, he dove back onto the bed, his body atop the blanket as he latched his lips onto her nipple and sucked hard. She was instantly soaked, wanting him.

He pulled the cover aside and slipped a finger into her, feeling that she was wet and ready for him. Always. She had a feeling that any time she was around this man she would be wet and ready.

And though she did hurt, when he slid back inside her again, she sighed with pleasure. The pain was worth it because unfathomable pleasure was her reward.

This time when they finished, he jumped from the bed, pulling her with him. He took her to the bathroom, where they shared a long, hot shower. The feel of his soapy hands lathering her entire body had her ready to make love again, and he didn’t disappoint her. With her hands braced against the cool tiles, he easily slid in and out of her soaked folds until she was falling down the wall.

When they dressed and moved out to the kitchen, she was walking a bit stiffly. Wow, a sex marathon was such a better workout than doing cardio in a gym. Lifting weights had never reached the muscles that were sore right now.

“Sit at the island. I’m going to show off my amazing cooking abilities,” he told her.

She gladly did what he asked, though sitting wasn’t comfortable at all, especially on a hard stool. She went and got a pillow and sat on that. He laughed knowingly.

They were halfway finished making breakfast when there was scratching at her front door. Maverick went over and opened it. Benji and Princess ran in, giving them both an evil eye.

“Oh, Princess, I’m so sorry,” she cried, shifting her pillow to the floor so she could sit down and give her baby love. She’d been so enthralled with Maverick the night before, she’d forgotten about her dog. What kind of horrible person was she?

“They were both with Coop and Stormy,” Maverick said as if he could hear her thoughts once again.

Lindsey’s cheeks instantly heated. “Oh. That means they’re both going to know you stayed over,” she said, her eyes widening.

“Yeah, I would say that cat’s out of the bag,” came Stormy’s voice from the doorway where she was standing with a big grin on her face and Aaron in her arms.

“Oh, um . . . well, you see . . .” Lindsey trailed off, at a complete loss as to what to say to her friend. She’d never even thought about the fact that Stormy would realize Lindsey had kept a man overnight—her brother-in-law, to be exact.

“Let me guess, you were watching a PG movie and were just so exhausted you both fell asleep on the couch, right?” Stormy said with a laugh.

“Yeah, something like that,” Maverick said with a wink that had Lindsey’s cheeks going even hotter.